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which he wasn't. "On second thoughts," said the old man, "leave it here. You must come with me. Great things are afoot." He turned towards his craft which, though no apparent signal had been given, now drifted quietly towards them through the dark. Arthur looked down at Marvin, who now made an equally big show of turning round laboriously and trudging offblinked at him. "What an extraordinary person," he muttered to himself. "I beg your pardon?" said the old man. "Oh nothing, I'm sorry," said Arthur in embarrassment. "Alright, where do we go?" "In my aircar," said the old man motioning Arthur to get into the craft which had settled silently next to them. "We are going deep into the bowels of the planet where even now our race is being revived from its five-million-year slumber. Magrathea awakes." Arthur shivered involuntarily as he seated himself next to the old man. The strangeness down into the crater again muttering sour nothings to himself. "Come," called the old man, "come now or you will be late." "Late?" said Arthur. "What for?" "What is your name, human?" "Dent. Arthur Dent," said Arthur. "Late, as in the late Dentarthurdent," said the old man, sternly. "It's a sort of threat you see." Another wistful look came into his tired old eyes. "I've never been very good at them myself, but I'm told they can be very effective." Arthur

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The authors do not know why sleep seems to be associated with less calcification; however, they propose three possible explanations.
First, there may be unknown factors common to both sleep and heart disease -- factors the researchers did not know to measure.
deposits. Other studies have looked at sleep apnea -- periods during sleep when an individual stops breathing.
Sleep apnea is associated with high blood pressure and heart attacks, but the authors did not measure this sleep phenomenon.
The authors conclude that "this study demonstrates that objectively measured sleep is inversely associated with coronary artery calcification. This study further demonstrates the utility of a simple objective measure Second, inflammation elsewhere in the body increases the risk of calcification, and this effect can be influenced by the body's natural anti-inflammatory hormone, cortisol. This hormone is released in sync with a person's sleep patterns. Increased time asleep might increase the release of cortisol -- which, in turn, might reduce inflammation and, therefore, calcium deposits.Third, blood pressure declines during sleep. Thus, it might be the case that the longer people sleep, the less their heart is exposed to elevated blood pressure. The authors note that this is the and coronary artery calcium

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towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy , the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with. Hence a phrase which has passed into hitch hiking river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore

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to the east, Captain Queeg von Hindenburg and his Jules contraption tunneled through the thickening fog, which closed in his wake, granting him concealment as completely as the sea had conspired to hide Nemo and the Nautilus.Corky sat on the ridge line, getting into the vent, while allowing air to be cycled out of the room below.Corky pulled the trash bag over the flared cap and with one hand snugged it as tight as possible around the pipe.[540] If the bathroom exhaust fan had been in operation, it would have pumped the trash bag full of air, and he would have been forced to delay this critical phase of the mission until the fan was switched off. The limp plastic did not swell into a balloon.With the all-weather tape, he quietly fixed the mouth of the bag to the pipe shaft, creating a relatively airtight seal.facing the pipe. This vent, which penetrated the roof to a height of one foot, led through the attic and to the bathroom in the security office.Reaching over his shoulder, Corky unzipped the top compartment on the backpack. He fished out a ten-gallon plastic trash bag and a roll of all-weather tape.A peaked and flared metal cap had been mounted on four-inch legs to the top of the pipe itself. This prevented rain and windblown debris from

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Mick’s voice swelled with wistful longing. In spite of all his Hefnerian hipness, he had a sentimental streak.“I just got back from Trotter’s in Malibu,” Corky revealed.“You kill the son of a bitch yet?”“Not yet. You know I need him for a while.”“Oh, look at that.”“She’s really something.”“You’d think that would hurt.”“Maybe it did,” Corky.”“Will you torture him before you kill him?”“Sure.”“You’re a good friend, Cork. You’re a pal.”“Well, we go back a long way.”“More than twenty years,” Mick said.“The world was a worse place then,” Corky said, meaning from an anarchist’s point of view.“A lot has fallen apart in our time,” Mick agreed. “But not as fast as we dreamed it would when we were crazy kids.”They smiled at each other. said.“Janelle said no, it was fun.”“She do a lot of stretching exercises?”“Her work was stretching exercises. You will kill him?”“Promised you, didn’t I?”“I expected to grow old with her,” Mick said.“Really?”“Well, older, anyway.”[439] “I shot up his current collection of porcelains.”“Expensive?”“Lladro

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Criminals were likely to be failures in the workplace or just lazy. Or their material possessions had come through inheritance or by other easy means. Idleness gave them time to scheme.Dr. Spetz-Mogg had no memory of Rolf Reynerd. On by shuddering bowels.In the Expedition, Hazard said, “I should have punched the son of a bitch on general principles.”[433] “You’re Ethan said.“What was that accent?”“Adam Sandier playing James Bond.”“Yeah. With a twist of Schwarzenegger.”From Spetz-Mogg’s house in Westwood, they wasted far too much time tracking down Dr. Gerald Fitzmartin, who had organized the screnot traveling. When Hazard called, all he got was an answering machine.Fitzmartin lived in Pacific Palisades. They traveled surface streets, which seemed less well suited for SUVs than for gondolas.average, three hundred struggling actors attended one of his weekend conferences. Not many of them left a lasting impression.When Ethan and Hazard rose to leave without suggesting that they torture the professor with electric wires to his genitals, Spetz-Mogg accompanied them to the door with visible relief. When he closed the door behind them, he no doubt bolted for the bathroom, his pretense of British equanimity belied

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Already they had learned that the drama professor—Dr. Jonathan Spetz-Mogg—had organized both of the weekend conferences on acting for which Rolf Reynerd had written checks. They had been granted an appointment with Spetz-, to which they their ass, then they’ll tolerate you.”“You know that Shakespeare quote?” Hazard asked.“There’s more than one.”“About how to make the world a better place—”“Kill all the lawyers.”“Yeah, that one,” Hazard said. “Shakespeare didn’t stop to think who trains all the lawyers.”“University cheese-eaters.”“Yeah. You want to make a better world, go to the source.”The traffic remained relentless and tight. The Expedition kissed paint with a black Mercedes SUV, spared from a bruise to the factory finish by nothing more than the lubricating lip gloss were en route without benefit of emergency flashers or siren.In the process of tracking down Dr. Gerald Fitzmartin, who had organized the three-day weekend became so infuriated with the runaround at which all academic types excelled that he paused in the chase before frustration drove him to smash his department-issued phone to pieces against his own forehead.“All these university cheese-eaters hate cops.”“Until they need you,” Ethan said.“Yeah, then they love us.”“They never love you, but if they need you to save

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TROUBLED AS NEVER BEFORE BY THE DARKNESS beyond the windows, Ethan went through his apartment, closing the drapes and shutting out the rainy night as if, in fact, it had a thousand eyes.In his study, at his desk, it.Among everyone on the household staff, only Ethan could access and reprogram the security and the telephone systems.The screen changed, offering him a new set of options.The phones in his apartment featured all twenty-four lines, but only two were accessible to him. He could not eavesdrop on anyone’s calls, and they were likewise unable to overhear his.Furthermore, when calls came through to other lines in the house, [263] Ethan he switched on the and engaged the house-control program. On the screen, icons appeared for the heating-cooling controls, the pool and spa heaters, the landscape watering and lighting, the interior lighting, the interlinked audio-video equipment, the electronic security apparatus, the telephones, and other systems.Using his mouse, he clicked the telephone icon. A request for his password appeared, and he entered

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gossips and the ghouls weren’t sure if the victim’s first name was Ralph or Rafe, Dolph or Randolph. Or Bob.They were pretty sure that the luckless fellow’s last name was either Reinhardt or Kleinhard, or Reiner for two films that he would also write and direct.Evidently, in this new millennium and in the popular imagination of those who dwelt on the glamorous west side of L.A., no failure ever died young, and Death came early only to the famous, the rich, the adored. Call it the Princess Di Principle.like the film director, or maybe Spielberg like another famous director, or Nerdoff, or possibly Nordoff.One of the bare-chested young men insisted that everyone had confused the victim’s first name, surname, and nickname. According to this wizard of deductive reasoning, the dead man’s true identity was Ray “the Nerd” Rolf.All agreed that the murdered man had been an actor whose had recently rocketed toward stardom. He had just completed a film in which he played Tom Cruise’s best buddy or younger brother. Paramount or DreamWorks had hired him to costar with Reese Witherspoon. Warner Brothers offered him the title role in a new series of Batman movies, Miramax wanted him to play a transvestite sheriff in a sensitive drama about anti-gay bigotry in Texas circa 1890, and Universal hoped he would sign a ten-million-dollar deal

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Ethan realized that he was searching face to face for one face in particular. He half expected to see toilet-drowned Dunny Whistler, dead but eating lunch.“You’ve hardly touched your salmon,” Hazard said in a tone of voice as close as he could ever get to motherly concern.“It’s off, “Ethan said.“Why didn’t you pleasure, causing her to scurry off like a rabbit that had been so flattered by a fox’s admiration that she had almost offered herself for dinner before recovering her survival instinct.send it back?”“I’m not that hungry, anyway.”Hazard used his well-worn fork to sample salmon. “It’s not off.”“It tastes off to me,” Ethan insisted.The waitress returned with the lunch check and with pink bakery boxes full of walnut mamouls packed in a clear plastic bag bearing the restaurant’s logo.While Ethan fished a credit card from his wallet, the woman waited, her face a clear window to her thoughts. She wanted to flirt more with Hazard, but his daunting appearance made her wary.[79] As Ethan returned the check with his American Express plastic, the waitress thanked him and glanced at Hazard, who licked his lips with theatrical

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first to Minas Tirith, and to escape at least for a while from the terror of the Enemy. They would have been willing to follow a leader over the River and into the shadow of Mordor; but Frodo spoke no word, and Aragorn was still divided in his mind.His own plan, while Gandalf remained with them, had been to go with Boromir, and with his sword help to deliver Gondor. For he believed that the message of the dreams was a the Men of Minas Tirith cannot help. But if you wish to destroy the armed might of the Dark Lord, then it is folly to go without force into his domain; and folly to throw away.' He paused suddenly, as if he had become aware that he was speaking his thoughts aloud. `It would be folly to throw lives away, I mean,' he ended. `It is a choice between summons, and that the hour had come at last when the heir of Elendil should come forth and strive with Sauron for the mastery. But in Moria the burden of Gandalf had been laid on him; and he knew that he could not now forsake the Ring, if Frodo refused in the end to go with Boromir. And yet what help could he or any of the Company give to Frodo, save to walk blindly with him into the darkness?`I shall go to Minas Tirith, alone if need be, for it is my duty,' said Boromir; and after that he was silent for a while, sitting with his eyes fixed on Frodo, as if he was trying to read the Halfling's thoughts. At length he spoke again, softly, as if he was debating with himself. `If you wish only to destroy the Ring,' he said, `then there is little use in war and weapons; and

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passed through the Mines. How could that be, if you did not know how to enter? '`The answer to your first question, Boromir,' said the wizard, `is that I do not know the word-yet. But we shall soon see. And,' he added, with a glint in his eyes under their bristling brows, 'you may ask what is the use of my deeds when they are proved useless. As for your other question: do you doubt my tale? Or have you no wits left? I did not enter this way. I came from the East.`If you wish to know, I will tell you that these doors open outwards. From the inside

not you know the word, Gandalf? ' asked Boromir in surprise.`No! ' said the wizard.The others looked dismayed; only Aragorn, who knew Gandalf well, remained silent and unmoved.'Then what was the use of bringing us to this accursed spot?' cried Boromir, glancing back with a shudder at the dark water. `You told us that you had once you may thrust them open with your hands. From the outside nothing will move them save the spell of command. They cannot be forced inwards.'`What are you going to do then? ' asked Pippin, undaunted by the wizard's bristling brows.`Knock on the doors with your head, Peregrin Took,' said Gandalf. `But if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will seek for the opening words.

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narrow place, and that would be found in a wider world. Some spoke of Moria: the mighty works of our fathers that are called in our own tongue Khazad-dûm; and they declared that now at last we had the power and messages reported that Moria had been entered and a great work begun there. Then there was silence, and no word has ever come from Moria since."Then about a year ago a messenger came to Dáin, but not from Moria – from Mordor: a horseman in the night, who called Dáin to his gate. The Lord Sauron the Great, so he said, wished for our friendship. Rings henumbers to return.'Glóin sighed. `Moria! Moria! Wonder of the Northern world! Too deep we delved there, and woke the nameless fear. Long have its vast mansions lain empty since the children of Durin fled. But now we spoke of it again with longing, and yet with dread; for no dwarf has dared to pass the doors of Khazad-dûm for many lives of kings, save Thrór only, and he perished. At last, however, Balin listened to the whispers, and resolved to go; and though Dáin did not give leave willingly, he took with him Ori and Óin and many of our folk, and they went away south."That was nigh on thirty years ago. For a while we had news and it seemed good: would give for it, such as he gave of old. And he asked urgently concerning hobbits

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servant, came bustling in long before they thought of ringing. He brought candles and a tray full of plates.'Will you be wanting anything to drink, masters?' he asked. 'And shall I show you the bedrooms, while your supper is got ready?'They were washed and in the middle of good deep mugs of beer when Mr. Butterbur and Nob came in again. In a twinkling the table was laid. There was hot soup, cold meats, a blackberry tart, new loaves, slabs of butter, and half a ripe cheese: good plain food, as good as the Shire could enough to dispel the last of But as you please! Ring the bell, if you lack anything!'So refreshed and encouraged did they feel at the end of their supper (about three quarters of an hour's steady going, not hindered by unnecessary talk) that Frodo, Pippin, and Sam decided to join the company. Merry said it would be too stuffy. 'I shall sit here quietly by the fire for a bit, and perhaps Sam's misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer).The landlord hovered round for a link, and then prepared to leave them. 'I don't know whether you would care to join the company, when you have supped,' he said, standing at the door. 'Perhaps you would rather go to your beds. Still the company would be very pleased to welcome you, if you had a mind. We don't get Outsiders - travellers from the Shire, I should say, begging your pardon - often; and we like to hear a bit of news, or any story or song you may have in mind.